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CANDLE OF HOPE
The teeth of happiness to which our souls fall prey and are eaten until
we are left with bones of memories to love
The flower grew in our heart with which our mind is pollinated and blooms on a piece of poetic paper, i
Is love
The arm that plasters our chest while hugging our bodies when calamity reaps drought upon our ribs, is love
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we are left with bones of memories to love
The flower grew in our heart with which our mind is pollinated and blooms on a piece of poetic paper, i
Is love
The arm that plasters our chest while hugging our bodies when calamity reaps drought upon our ribs, is love
© All Rights Reserved
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